"Train (of thought)" - weekly challenge
Just two weeks left for my big trip and I still have a million things to do. I realized that I don’t have time to write another chapter for “Alexander Revisited” but I got inspired by the latest Jun’s prompt “Train”.
Do you remember the scene when Alexander and his friends go visit Darius’ harem in Babylon? Did you ever wonder what they thought? I did, so I decided to venture inside those men’s minds and provide my version. Train of thoughts of some of the participants of that scene is under the cut. Enjoy.
Parmenion :
“For once I am glad that Alexander is my king and not Philip who would accept Darius’ offer and I would never see Babylon…Oh Philip wouldn’t accept and conquer Darius, and take Babylon and all these beauties for himself, he would leave nobody to us… Oh…. Their bodies are so gorgeous, and supple, and willing…to touch them, to be touched by them….”
Bagoas :
“They are all beardless…. So strange…They have no respect for hair….I wonder who’s
Alexander’s hairdresser?... Darius would execute him long time ago for the abomination on his head… I wonder if they have hair down there….or they go bald too?....such a pity…oh, well, no tickling then…..”
Hephaistion :
“One would think that Alexander never saw women before, he looks enchanted as they all try to seduce him…I wish Olympia was here to rule over this menagerie…oh, those must be palace eunuchs….what is he saying?.. Oh, yes, my king is in one of those moods “Let’s liberate them all!” Are they buying it? No?! Damn, another sleepless night listening to Alexander’s complains about conquered people not appreciating his gift of freedom…”
Alexander
:
“I have to get Hephaistion into one of those outfits. Something magnificently blue to match his eyes… and transparent so that my eyes can enjoy the view…and my hands can enjoy his body, and my lips can enjoy his body….and his hands on my body… and his lips…. and inside…..so hot here…damn it, I need to calm down…I’d better go and talk to those eunuchs, it will cool me right away….”
Princess Stateira :
“Great Ahuramazda, my heart is lost…he is so breathtaking….but I never will be allowed to approach him, to talk to him….if he only looks at me, at least once, to see his eyes locked with mine….what do I do?.....yes, of course! I pretend I don’t know who he is, I pretend I think he is Alexander….I’ll talk to him, address him as a king, he is a king of my heart already, nobody has to know, let all the men think I am stupid….”